Duncan’s eyes shifted reproachfully to the suitcase I was hefting into the trunk of my car. His ears drooped. His shoulders slumped. As I retrieved my coat from the closet and returned to the garage, I found that Duncan had trotted silently out to the car and was sitting patiently in the front seat, ready to get this party started. My heart melted, but reality prevailed as I tried to sweet-talk him inside.
“Come in the house,”I pleaded.
No dice, said his body language as he avoided eye contact.
I can not be bribed, he told me.
I scooped him up with tender kisses.
“I need to go pumpkin,” I said, “but I promise I’ll bring you something.”
Unsatisfied, but with a sigh of quiet resignation, he watched the door close, and I was gone.